Jamie has brought along a teaser for her soon to be released erotic romance from Secret Cravings Publishing

Rockin'
the Boss

Max Frazier is an international rock music icon.
Women throw themselves at his feet, but he has eyes only for one woman…his
boss, Ashleigh Thomas.As Ashleigh attempts to pull her entertainment
agency from the brink of bankruptcy and the desertion of all her major clients,
Max Frazier is the one constant who shares in her dream. While she negotiates a
mega deal for Max, one that will certainly turn things around, Ashleigh finds
her normal business as usual demeanor ruffled by long oppressed feelings of
attraction and more for this much younger manIt isn't until Ashleigh digs deeper into her late
husband's business dealings that she is faced with not only shocking details of
what darkness he was into, but how far and wide his net of deceit reaches. As she
begins the journey to find out, Max teaches her a new and erotic way of life
she had until now, had only read about. Who better to teach and lead her on
this journey than this hypnotic and seductive man.

Colonel Michael Cedars is a wounded marine returning home
from Afghanistan.He’s partially
paralyzed with his left leg, unsure how to fit into civilian life again after
being career military and questions whether or not he’s fit to be married to
his wife, Hope.

Hope Shane is a natural wild child.She met the Colonel while working as a war
correspondent, watched him get blown up and returned to Denver, Colorado to
bring him home.She’s an investigative
reporter who becomes tangled up in a human trafficking story.As far as Michael wanting a divorce and
giving up on life, she’s not one to surrender the fight. That goes for the
helpless victims in the story she’s chasing...nothing will stop her until she
has truth and justice.

As the danger of Hope’s story intensifies, Michael is tested
more than he ever imagined.Is he
capable of being the husband she needs?Will he hold her back or, worse yet, get her killed?Is Hope and her penchant for finding trouble
a liability he can’t risk? Or is he still the hero she claims him to be?

Heroes come in many forms--soldiers who fall and rise, women
who battle for their marriage, reporters who fight for truth and justice, and
men who would put it all on the line for the women they love.

An
adult excerpt from Reckless Endangerment...

“What
do we know about being married?” she asked, her gaze focused on a distant spot
on the tiled floor. “Maybe you’re right. I’m a mess. You’re a
disaster. Neither one of us is being honest.” She met his
gaze. “We’re just a couple of liars who enjoyed the danger of sneaking
around in a war zone. We’re the good story without a happy ending that
we’ll think about when we’re old and alone.”

He winced. He deserved that.
Hell, he’d been singing the same song. It felt like a boulder crushed his
chest as he waited for the final blow.

“I understand,” he said. “You don’t
need to make any apologies. I’m a lot to handle. A disaster, like
you said. Just give me the divorce papers and that will be that.
End of our story.”

“I’m sure you weren’t lonely.
A woman like you doesn’t stay alone for long. If you need someone’s
shoulder to cry on, I’m sure you’ll find a willing guy in a few hours.”

Nothing he said anymore made sense,
even to himself. Frustrated, he left her alone in the bedroom. All
those months--after all of those notes postmarked from around the world--all of
those images of her on television--he’d imagined the men drawn to her. He
had imagined her lonely and hurt by his silence seeking comfort from another
lover. Hell, maybe it had been easier to imagine that instead of believing
his actions hurt her.

“You don’t have any faith in me at
all, did you?” She stood behind him. “Not one ounce of faith.”

He flinched. Needing more
space, he moved to the kitchen and preoccupied himself with looking into the
refrigerator. What to eat, what to eat...

Arms folded across her chest, she
stared at her feet. “God, I’m an idiot. A big fool, that’s what I am.”

“I have faith in you. It’s me
that I’m not so sure about these days,” he said to the orange in his hand.
He peeled the orange without looking at her but knew she paced next to
him in the small kitchen. He chanced a glance up at her and winced at the
distant expression on her face. He hated looking up at her. Hated
it. He had once been able to lift her up and screw her against the wall
if he wanted, but now...now he peeled an orange and wondered what the hell to
say next.

It would be easy to let her back in,
as easy as breathing. Talking to her felt like a much needed shot of
normalcy. He dropped the orange to the counter. “You said we don’t
know anything about being married and you’re right. We don’t. So
what do you want?”

She perched on the counter, her
dress rising up her thighs again. “I’d like to eat the Chinese I
brought. Devon’s picking me up in a few hours...We’re meeting a source in
the park at midnight. There’s someone we need to find...anyway, I needed
a break and, for some reason, I thought you’d be a nice change of pace.”

He grinned without looking away from
the skin exposed between the hem of her skirt and the top of her boots.
“You dress like this for a source?”

Her fingers touched his
forehead. “I never really got to dress sexy for you, except in Greece.”

He dragged his gaze over her body
before looking in her eyes. He had no idea what to do with her.
“Who’s Devon?”

“My producer slash
photographer. She’s good...annoying at times, but I like her.” She
caught her lower lip between her teeth and stared at him.

“Meeting a source at midnight sounds
dangerous.” He smiled because he knew it probably was and that she’d
always tempt Fate. People like her ran in when others ran out. His
smile faded at the memory of her running back into the line of fire to save
him. “I thought we were fighting a minute ago, now you want to eat
Chinese with me?”

“Yeah, well, I’m unpredictable like
that.” She broke the gaze and reached for the bags he hadn’t noticed sitting
next to her hip.

His hand smoothed up her
thigh. Her skin felt like heaven beneath his hands. His thumbs
pressed against her inner thigh. Both hands moved up her leg. He
wanted to undress her. Taste her.

She opened her knees...just a
little...enough. He pulled her close and kissed her knee. She
tasted even better than heaven. Fingers moved over red silk panties.

“I don’t want to hurt you and am afraid
I might. I hear stories of men turning on their wives in the middle of
the night, being lost in a nightmare and--” he said against her
skin.

“I can handle you.” She pulled
his hair. “Have a little faith.”

“Do you really want to deal with me?
Isn’t your life complicated enough?” Damn, she felt good. His hands
curved over her hips.

“Not really. I’ve been a
little bored.” She slid toward the edge of the counter.

He didn’t know what he was
doing. Stay. Go. Fight. Flee. But he did know
that this felt right. Being with her was the only thing in months that
felt real, that felt natural. His
fingers slid beneath the panties and pulled them down. He met her gaze,
thumbs pressed against her wetness.

She bit her lip, eyes alive with a
dare.

“This is crazy,” he whispered
without looking away from her. “You and me together again. It’s not
realistic.”

“We’re unconventional,
remember? A colonel and a reporter falling in love in a war zone was
pretty unrealistic, too, yet we did it. We couldn’t get enough of each
other, that’s what I remember.” She slithered her hips closer to the edge
of the counter, the heels of her boots resting on the arms of his
wheelchair. “You want to touch me and guess what? I want you to
touch me, too.”

Oh, yeah, he wanted to touch
her. Taste her. Bite her. Fuck her. But if he did any
of the things he wanted to do, that would seal the deal, reunite them, and he
wasn’t sure he wanted to be anyone’s husband.

“You’re bad for me.” He bit
her knee while his fingers slid down the zipper of the boot. “You’re
gonna send me over the deep end. Is that your plan? To have me
committed?”

“I never tell my plans.” She
drank from the bottle of oozo and he briefly wondered when she’d grabbed it.

He removed first one boot and then
the other until her legs were bared and open in front of him. He’d
always loved her shapely legs, the way the muscles curved, the way her skin
felt beneath his fingers. He ran his hands over them, always so smooth,
and cherished her compliance.

She held the bottle down to him and
he took a drink without looking away from her face. He loved that she was
equal parts naughty and nice, half badass and half angel. The liquor
burned his throat, reminded him that he had most definitely survived.

“I can’t make you any promises,” he
said before licking the inside of her thigh.

“I wouldn’t believe them
anyway.”

He grinned against her skin and
inhaled the heady scent of her. His fingers slid inside of her as he
closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her closing around him. Her hands
were in his hair, her ankles linked behind his neck. He pushed the skirt
up higher with his free hand before grabbing the liquor bottle and pouring oozo
between her legs. He licked her, sucked, delighting in the combination of
tastes. His fingers moved in and out, faster and faster. She poured
more alcohol for him as if feeding him from above. He sucked it up,
unable to get enough of her.

She wiggled her hips closer, hands
gripping his hair, feet pressing against the backs of his shoulders.
When her thighs pressed against his ears and her buttocks clenched, she moaned,
“I’ve missed you so much.”

And then she was sliding down and
over him until their mouths were clinging to each other like two people long
starved for the other. He pushed the dress up even farther, the palms of
his hands molding her breasts over her bra.

“You’re the best medicine a guy
could ever dream of having,” he said when she broke away to breathe.

****

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Well, there’s not much to tell really. I live in the UK with my
husband and three gorgeous little girls. I’ve always loved reading and writing,
since being a very little girl. Do you remember the series they used to do
called- Point Horror? It was a teenage series of horror books. Well when I was
about 14-15 I made my own series called- Edge Fear, ha ha. The first in the
series was a book called Lips, about a serial killer who murdered women and cut
off their lips. He used to pin them to those little butterfly specimen boards…
yeah that’s kind of gross when I think about it now actually, but, anyway, my
point is, I’ve always had a crazy imagination!

When I found out I was pregnant with our last little girl Lilah
I discovered at the same time that I had swine flu. I thought I was going to
die, or I would lose the baby or something. I was so scared. Obviously
everything was fine in the end, but it got me thinking. A few months later I
realized that I needed to start up with my writing again, and do something with
my life to make my girls proud of me (even if they can’t read the books I write
yet!)

I read just about anything… therefore I write
just about anything! Romance, erotica,
thriller, horror, paranormal, fantasy. You name it and I can write it. A
great writer friend of mine once told me that to be the best writer you must
read, read and read some more. The more you read, in as many different genres
and styles, the better writer you will become.

I’m trying to break a few boundaries in my
writing by incorporating a few unusual styles. I’ve had so many people now read
Limerence and be really shocked as, well, in their words, ‘they don’t normally
go for vampire books’ yet it’s done in such a way so that the vampire side of
it is really the background story. It’s been compared a lot to the old Bram
Stoker style- Dracula. Sexy, dark and suspenseful.

Which book have you brought along to tell us about today?

My current novel is Limerence. It is a sexy, supernatural
romance, with thriller and psychological horror elements to it.

Blurb:

One man's obsession could destroy them
all.

Despite her love for her fiancé, Mia
Lawrence finds herself inexplicably drawn to Mr Breckt- the mysterious new
owner of the Island. Her thoughts are constantly consumed with the handsome and
powerful stranger. However, there is much more to him than she realises,
something dangerous and supernatural.

Mr Breckt is used to getting what he wants, and now he
wants Mia, at any cost! With his obsession spiralling out of control, he knows
that time is running out. A war is coming. Blood will be shed, and lives will
be lost, but he will have to rid himself of his obsession of Mia before it’s
too late.Mia and Oliver must now fight the very evil that
threatens to come between them. If either of them fails, it will be more than
their love for each other that will be lost.

Ultimately, all three will have to make a sacrifice
that will change each other’s destiny forever… but will it be the right one?

Are you working on another book right now?

Yes I am ;0) I nearly have the outline drawn up
for the sequel to ‘Limerence II: Mia’. And I have also started writing a new book
called Odium. It’s a dystopian horror book. I’m going to be incorporating
something sexy in it too- of course! (Think Thelma & Louise but with… well
I don’t want to give too much away.) It’s had such a lot of interest on my
Facebook Page. I asked for volunteers to fill in a questionnaire for me in
return for a part in the book and the response was phenomenal.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Creating new worlds!

What do you like the least?

Editing! THE most boring job in the world.
Unfortunately, I’m really good at spotting errors for others, but not so much
for myself. Isn’t that always the way.

Would you like to see any of your books as movies?

Hell yeah ;0) I did a poll last year on my blog
for who was the readers celebrity cast for each of the characters, so we’re
pretty much down with the cast now, although it’s still up so anyone can still
vote, ha ha.

Can you name any actors you would like to see as the
lead characters in your book.

Well, personally I wanted, Tom Hardy for Mr
Breckt. Liam Hemsworth for Oliver. Evangeline Lilly for Mia. Emma Stone for
Rachael. Jonathan Rhys Meyers for Chris. I think that I got out voted on some of them
though, booooo.

What things do you like to do to relax?

I read, watch films, listen to music. I’m the
same with films and music as I am with reading and writing… anything goes. For
valentines I asked my husband to take me to the cinema to see the new Bruce
Willis Die Hard film, yet I would gladly sit through Les Misèrables too.

Do you have another job as well as writing?

Yes, unfortunately. Hopefully not for too much
longer now! Ha ha.

If you could have one super power in your existence, what
would it be?

To fly! Without question. I’ve always dreamt
about it since being a little girl. The stupid thing is… I’m scared of
heights. Ha!

If money were not an object, where would you most like to
live?

We have always talked about moving to Canada. I
have an old school friend who moved out there, and when I see her photos come
up on Facebook I’m green with envy. It looks so beautiful.

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?

Ford Mustang. That car is so hot.

What’s your favorite food?

Anything I can eat! Seriously, I love anything
from steak, to tapas, to sushi, pasta.

I’m a sweet addict too ;0)

Favorite color?

Blue.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your
theme tune?

Nope, because I’m constantly
flitting from one mood to another, I’m clumsy as you like, sassy when I need to
be and love horror books. I think I would need a compilation. One of my
favorite songs is Iron Maiden- Run to the Hills though, but then again I love
punk and ska too. I just checked my iPhone for the last thing I was listening
too and it was Ben Howard. He’s got such an amazing voice, and he’s great to
write a love scene too. See, I’m far too confusing. Ha ha.

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.

Chocolate or vanilla?-----

Chocolate. Wait, are we talking milkshake?
Chocolate btw, or ice cream? Wait that would be chocolate too. But if it’s
smells then I flipping love the smell of vanilla. It’s my favorite smell.

Dog or cat?----

Dog. I have a dog, an English springer spaniel
called Riley.

The film or the book?-----

Oooooh, that’s a tough one. I’m one of those
total weirdo’s who likes both

Jeans or dress?

Jeans most of the time, but there is something
nice about slipping into a pretty dress too.

Beach or Snow resort?

Beach! I’m far too clumsy for snow.

What do you love best about yourself?

Ermmmmm, I’ll get back to you…

What do you like least?

My self-doubt

Do you have anything to share with other authors that might
be a help?

As I said previously, read, read and then go read
some more. Don’t be afraid of reading outside of your normal genre, you have
nothing to lose, but everything to gain from it. It will open up new thought
processes and enable you to become a better writer.

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?

Yes… I love you all.

Can you share one of your favorite parts of one of the
books?

“That’s enough,” a
voice whispers to me, but I don’t want to give it up. It’s mine. They can’t
take it from me. Not now. Not ever.

“Baby, that’s enough
for now.”

I grasp onto the
person pouring this essence on me, my eyes are open but unfocused as I lean up
and try to plead with them. His scent
fills my nostrils; making me gag, but calming me all the same.

“Hush now, baby.
You’re okay. I’ve got you.” His voice is like a harp as it plucks the strings
in me. I feel soothed and calm and lie back down. His hand strokes across my
brow, wiping the tears from my face. The contact pulses through me. Sensations
buzz across my skin, like hundreds of feathers dancing across my flesh, and I
quiver under the gentle touch.

“Leave,” his words are
cool and clipped, directed at someone else in the room.

I know I should feel
fear, but the relief at not being in agony is too overwhelming. His voice is
too soothing, and his smell is suddenly too beautiful and intoxicating, that it
washes over me in waves of pleasure. My body flexes towards him and my skin
shivers at the anticipation of his contact. I feel him smile.

“Leave us now.” His
breathing is ragged next to my ear and he murmurs erotic promises to me.

My hands clamber for
his body, tearing the clothes from his back. I cannot see him. The world is a
blurry echo of its true nature, but I don’t care. Perhaps that’s what makes
this easier. That I can give in. That I can pretend. His nose skims past my ear
and down to my neck, and I convulse with the pleasure. Sensations pulse through
me wildly, searing up and down my body.

“Sir?”

My breasts are
tingling for his touch, my body arching and aching to be filled by him.

“Sir?”

“Damn it, what?” he
shouts and lifts his face from me. His hands still search out my soft crevices
and I sigh for release of the pleasure.

“Sir, you know that
you need to wait.”

A growl. Low and
malevolent ripples forth from him and he sits upwards, his hands leaving my
skin.

“It is for the best,
Sir. You could kill her.”

I reach for him, but
he pushes my hands away. I reach forth again and he grips me and pins me to the
bed with his weight, his mouth is on mine suddenly. Sucking and nibbling my
lips, his tongue dancing across mine. With every touch and caress, the flames
within me die down.

I claw at him. I need
him now. I need to feel his skin against mine, his body locked into me. Soft
moans escape me.

“Don’t, baby. I don’t
know how much more I can take before I lose control,” he says against my lips,
panting against me.

I whimper for him. I
need him to stop the pain.

“Soon.” The ground
underneath me shifts and he is gone. I cry at his absence, the pain- a dull
throb within me. A door somewhere opens and closes, and I am alone.

What kind of torture is this?

(This is a pivotal
scene in the book, and one I actually got carried away with. In an unedited
version they don’t stop. I had soooooo much fun with the scene. I had waited
nearly the entire book to write these two characters together. Shame I had to
edit the full version out.)

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Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters. Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties. Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him. Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?